Part 1 : And Yet Again Still Even More Fragments 62
Part 2 : And Yet Again Still Even More Fragments 63
Part 3 : And Yet Again Still Even More Fragments 75

"Ladies," Ron greeted the prostitutes he'd hired from the front desk.

Alice and Janine entered the motel room, they were both dressed in tube tops and mini-skirts that were probably in fashion in the eighties.

"What can we do for ya?" Alice (according to her nametag) asked.

"You are both trained in massage, right?" he asked, knowing it was one of the common covers for prostitutes.

"Yeah, but most people don't exactly hire us for our hands," she said with a smirk.

"Well I am," Ron replied. "These two lovely young ladies need foot rubs."

"Seriously?" Janine asked in disbelief.

"Seriously," Ron said. "You are actually being hired for massage services."

"Is that allowed?" Alice asked Janine who shrugged.

"Also, I wouldn't mind learning to give a decent foot rub myself," Ron said, "so I'll pay double."

"Double?" Janine asked, surprised.

"In cash," he promised.

Alice cracked her fingers. "Watch and learn."

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"What do I do?" Kim asked Wade over the kimunicator.

"I… I don't know that there's anything you can do," Wade admitted, "not without getting arrested as well."

"This is so out of character for him," Kim complained.

"It really is," Wade said with a frown. "Hold on I'm going to tap into the listening devices the vice officers are wearing."

"Can you do that?"

"It's not even encrypted," Wade replied connecting with a few simple clicks.

"Harder!" Bonnie demanded before letting out an orgasmic moan.

"You're amazing for a first timer," an unknown female voice said.

Wade cut the audio feed. "Ok…"

"How in the world hasn't he been arrested already?" Kim demanded. "I thought the police busted them before any sex occurred!"

"They're supposed to," Wade agreed. "Maybe he talked them into it?"

"Ron?!" she exclaimed in disbelief. "Wait, a uniformed officer just knocked on their door," Kim said. "Now he's going inside.

After a few minutes of silence Wade asked, "And?"

"No 'and', he went inside the room and hasn't come out," Kim said.

"Want me to tap into the listening devices again?"

"Ok, but just for a second," Kim said.

"That's the spot," a male voice moaned before Wade cut the feed.

"I've got to be dreaming, no way is this happening," Kim said.

"You've fought a professional wrestler possessed by the spirit of an Egyptian deity," Wade pointed out, "and this is too strange for you to handle?"

"A female officer just went in while you were talking, and yes, Ron having a three way with Bonnie and Tara before turning it into an orgy by seducing a pair of vice officers and the uniformed officers who are working with them is where I draw the line," Kim said, "reality officially no longer makes sense!"

Wade was quiet for a moment. "Maybe he was tired of holding back and just decided to cut loose for once?"

"How do you mean?" Kim asked.

"Listen, we both know Ron rarely does his best," Wade said. "When he pulls out all the stops he can do some amazing things."

"I'm not arguing about that," Kim said, "I mean, how does that apply to this situation?"

"Teenage males can be really… hormonal and yet Ron rarely even dated," Wade explained. "I'm guessing something happened to convince him to cut loose and obey his hormones."

"Or someone," Kim said with a groan, wishing she could go back in time and kick her own ass.

Two hours later

"I have never seen so many happy police officers," Kim said, feeling numb.

"Maybe it's the hero thing," Wade suggested.

"Hero thing?"

"He's saved the world and everyone knows it," Wade pointed out, "so a chance to 'celebrate' with him…"

"Yeah, and the police would actually appreciate the danger he put himself in and understand it so it would mean more to them," Kim said.

"Ron's a special guy," Wade said.

Kim winced. "Yeah, he is," she admitted, keeping her voice from wavering by force of will. "Wade, you can drop surveillance on him, he seems to be fine so I'm going to head home."

"Call if you need anything," Wade said.

"Will do," Kim promised, "but the only thing I need right now is a few pints of ice cream and a time machine."

"A time machine?"

"Not important at the moment," Kim said, making Wade chuckle. "Later."

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"Ok I'll bite," Shego said as Ron got out of the truck, "why did you have multiple boxes of female undergarments shipped here?"

"Clones are even less likely to melt if they have material that can soak up moisture. I also picked up the additional hair samples so we can have the clones look and dress in different ways. With any luck, no one will suspect they are clones even if they came onboard and walk around," Ron explained.

"Damn, you are really on the ball, Stoppable," Shego said, impressed.

"Ron," Drakken said cheerfully. "What brings you by?"

"Clothes to help disguise the clones," Ron replied.

"Brilliant," Drakken said, immediately seeing the use in it. "We can treat them to repel water and better protect the clones."

"Scotch guard?" Shego asked.

"I have a laundry additive that serves the same function," Drakken replied.

"Going to stay the night or head on back?" Shego asked.

"I've got a couple of friends with me," Ron said, waving towards the truck, "so I gotta head back, but I'll be here bright and early Monday morning so we can head to the bank and start searching for a ship."

Drakken used the intercom to call for some clones and half a dozen Kim-clones entered the hanger bay and started unloading the truck.

"Tattooing equipment?" Shego asked, surprised as she saw what was being unloaded.

"Bonnie agreed to donate her hair if she got to help give the clones a makeover and she wants to see how Kim and herself would look as punk rockers," Ron explained.

"Tattooing is an art, you can't just pick up a tattoo gun and go to town," Shego said, "you guys are going to need to practice."

"I hadn't thought of that," Ron admitted. "Can I borrow some clones to practice on?"

"Sure, in fact since we need to test the clones anyway, give me your DNA samples and I'll run you off one of each," Drakken offered.

"Sounds good," Ron said, handing him a bag with three bundles of hair inside.

"I'll send a Kim as well," Shego said, "skin coloration and texture also play a role."

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Bonnie and Tara watched as clones of themselves and Monique filed past and climbed in the back of the truck before Ron hopped in.

"We need to practice tattooing," he explained before they could ask.

"I hadn't thought of that," Bonnie admitted before smirking. "My parents are gone for the week and I have chores that need doing."

"I'm texting my parents to say I'm staying over at your place," Tara told Bonnie.

"Tattoo party at your place?" Ron guessed.

"And you're invited," Bonnie agreed.

"This is turning out to be a great weekend," Tara said, bouncing in her seat.

"Life isn't normal around you… and I'm not so sure that's a bad thing," Bonnie admitted. "Wish I'd realized it earlier, but I was only around for the 'attacked by weird creatures' bits."

"Yeah, I can see where that would put you off," Ron said.

"Yeah, but now I also get the 'learn new things' and 'experience events I would never have believed possible' bits," Bonnie said. "I think it's worth more than an attack or two."

"You have been a lot more relaxed lately," Ron noted, the question clear in his voice.

"High School is over with and I no longer have to worry about my family being on my case," Bonnie said, looking like a prisoner given a new lease on life, "and whatever college I attend, they'll only care what my grades are."

"No more queen bee?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Don't get me wrong, I still like being in charge, but now I can expect the people I work with to be adults and do their part without being threatened," Bonnie said happily.

Ron considered the adults he'd worked with, but decided not to say anything. 'Let her dream.'

"Did we pick up any books on tattooing?" Tara asked.

"A very basic how to guide that came with the kit," Bonnie replied, "but I think one of my cable channels is devoted to it, so we should be fine."

Tara yawned. "Excuse me."

"A good night's sleep, then some research," Bonnie decided. "Do clones sleep?"

"I don't know," Ron admitted. "My experience with clones is kinda limited to distract or destroy."

"We'll just have to assume they do too," she decided. "What dissolves them?"

"Carbonated beverages," Ron replied. "Salt water also isn't good for them but doesn't instantly destroy them."

"Good to know," Bonnie said before yawning herself. "A good night's sleep is definitely in order."

"We'll be home in a matter of minutes," he promised as Tara leaned against him and her eyes closed.

"Good, because if it takes much longer you'll be carrying two sleeping girls inside to put to bed," Bonnie said.

"I have clones for that," Ron said smugly, making her snicker.

"Unless they have fallen asleep too," she teased. "I'll have to be awake to deactivate the alarm anyway."

"And we're here," Ron said, turning to find both girls were sound asleep.

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Ron woke up in a pile of bodies as a couple slowly stirred.

"Ron?" Bonnie asked.

"Yeah?"

"Did I stay awake long enough to deactivate the alarm, because I don't remember it," Bonnie admitted.

"No, you fell asleep and would not wake up," he replied, "but it was a simple alarm system."

"From the crowded bed, I'm guessing clones do sleep," she said.

"I ended up carrying them in too," he admitted, making her laugh into her pillow.

"I'm surprised my bed fits seven people," Bonnie said.

"It doesn't, it fits five," Ron said. "Clonique and Clim are on the couch."

"How did that happen?" Bonnie asked, waking up enough to realize there was a Tara snuggled up to her back and on the other side of Ron.

"I put everyone in the living room and was planning on just putting you and Tara in your bed, but I couldn't find the light switch in the living room so I put you, Tara, Clara, and Clonnie in here. Then when I went to leave, you pulled me into bed."

"It was probably my clone," Bonnie said quickly.

"When I tried to leave, she gripped me tighter and threatened to shiv me in the shower if I didn't go to sleep," Ron said with a grin.

"Sounds like clone talk to me," Bonnie replied. "That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

Ron stifled a laugh.

"Bonnie?" Tara asked from Ron's side.

"Yes?"

"If you're you then who is cupping… me?" Tara asked.

"My prison talking clone," Bonnie said, making Ron laugh.

"Want me to make breakfast?" Ron asked.

"That would be wonderful," Tara said.

After a minute Ron said, "I'll have to get up to do that."

"I wasn't that hungry anyway," Tara said, her arm across his stomach showing no signs of moving.

"Can clones cook?" Bonnie asked, her arm just above Tara's.

"They seem to have all the skills of their donor," Ron replied.

"Good, because I'm comfortable," Bonnie said.

"I suppose we could order Clara and Clonnie to cook," Ron said.

"They are also comfortable," Bonnie said, "and warm."

"We are doomed," Ron said slowly.

"Doomed?" Tara asked.

"Like the evil of the comfy chair, the comfy bed has doomed us," he explained.

"At least until I have to pee," Bonnie agreed.

"It's a very comfy doom," Tara said, "one with its hands in my pants."

"My doom has a hand up my shirt and is drooling on my neck," Bonnie countered with a smirk.

Ron and Tara lifted their heads for a second and then laid back down with matching grins.

"What?" Bonnie asked.

"Your doom has given you a hickey," Ron said.

"Exactly how… people like are these clones?" Bonnie asked. "I mean… you know what I mean, I don't have the philosophy degree to explain it."

"They have vestiges of your personality and reflexes, but no will of their own or self-awareness," Ron said.

"That's a relief," Tara said, "I'd hate to think of coming to life and only living a day or two under someone else's control before melting, it'd be too cruel."

"I know," Ron agreed, "that's why when Drakken first started making clones I had a talk with him. He was offended that I thought he'd do that to a living thinking being."

"They certainly feel real," Bonnie said.

"Can your shower fit more than one person?" Tara asked Bonnie. She blushed bright red at the looks they gave her. "I meant so the clones could be washed."

Ron and Bonnie exchanged glances and then looked at Tara again who groaned.

"I… Wait, why am I feeling embarrassed, you two are the ones thinking naughty thoughts!" Tara exclaimed, making them laugh.

"Never change," Bonnie said.

"That reminds me, do I have a change of clothes here?" Tara asked.

"Just steal something from my sisters' closets," Bonnie said. "You can also use their shower."

"Sounds good," Tara said. "Ron?"

"Yeah, Tara?"

"Next time you put me to bed, remove my underwear first, sleeping in a bra is not comfortable and leaves lines in the skin," Tara said before releasing Ron and shaking clone Bonnie awake. "Let's go shower," she told Clonnie.

After the two had gotten untangled and left, Bonnie said, "I swear, half the time I can't tell if she's really that innocent or is just messing with me and I've known her my entire life."

"Can't talk, mind filled with indecent thoughts of the two of you in the shower," Ron said.

Bonnie rolled her eyes then smirked and shook clone Tara, "Come on Clara we have to go wash up."

As the door to the bathroom closed, Ron groaned. "I have way too vivid an imagination."

Typing by: Abyssal Angel